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Henry, in a frame of mind unusually thoughtful even for him, had made his way to the library on something close to auto-pilot. Next to his and Camilla's room, the library was a kind of sanctuary, whether he had any specific aim in mind or not.
It wasn't often that he did not, and today was no exception. He had spoken to a Dr. Chance Silvey about Caketown, which, so she said, was somehow connected with King Leonidas of Sparta. His own curiosity now piqued, he was determined to add his own research to hers--whatever this 'Caketown' and 'Candy Mountain' were, he had a feeling their connection to ancient Sparta would be...interesting, whatever else might be said of it.
He laid claim to an entire table, thumbing through the card catalogues and hunting up anything and everything that might have any bearing at all on his triumvirate of subjects. He'd brought an array of parchment and straight pens, determined to stay here until at least dinner.
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:24 am (UTC)"Of course there was a reason," he said--Henry, great believer in Fate, felt this with full certainty. "The trick is in discovering that reason. I feel safe in guessing it's part and parcel with the fossil itself--do you know what happened to it, after you died?" He spoke of death quite matter-of-factly, as he spoke of all else.
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Date: 2007-09-13 10:24 pm (UTC)"I wonder," he said thoughtfully, "if it was dying that disrupted your memory, or something that came before."
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:08 am (UTC)Those disjunctions between experience and memory. Looking at herself in the mirror and seeing blood she knows isn't there. That trip to Florida, Deacon holding her hand as they looked through the safety glass at the albino girl Chance thought she'd only dreamed, and the girl remembered her, called her by name.
"Could well have been something that came before."
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Date: 2007-09-14 06:22 am (UTC)He pulled a pad of paper toward him and began writing, seemingly aimlessly--organizing his thoughts. "This bridge and the way to Candy Mountain itself may borrow from the classic Greek myths as well--Jason and the Fleece, Ulysses, etc. Why they would name a peak Candy Mountain, though, I can't begin to guess."
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Date: 2007-09-14 06:27 am (UTC)Quickly she dashed off an owl to Dax, expert on all things Candy Land:
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Date: 2007-09-14 06:40 am (UTC)But Dax has resources as well. Her extensive collection of off-world mythology, and her recently sharpened Bat'Leth. The former was neatly stored in a cross referenced data pad. That latter was housed in a carrying case, affixed to Dax's back for ready access.
She walked into the library, warrior and intellectual, Athena incarnate.
Insert three paragraphs about her eyes here."What have we got so far?"